Grandpa is such a bird

"Become a human and let me hug you." Yin Chenglan stroked the dull hair on the little yellow bird's head, and when it was angry, he nimbly braided the dull hair into a thin, fluffy braid.

The little yellow bird turned her head with her braids soaring to the sky: "..."

Only then did he realize what he had done, Yin Dage, the leader, laughed and shrunk his fingers. Being too virtuous and dexterous is a disease that needs to be cured.

Ling Jiang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He turned into a human and hugged Yin Chenglan, kissing his forehead.

Yin Chenglan said: "Rui Si has already arrived at Chang'an Temple."

Ling Jiang touched his chest: "When are you going to detoxify?"

Yin Chenglan pursed his lips, put a hand around his waist, pressed on his back, and stroked his thin back without a trace of fat.

After a moment of silence, he said: "This piece of divine bone gives you supernatural power, without it, you can no longer imagine..."

"I don't care." Ling Jiang said.

Even if he can't become a human being and do things of bliss, as long as he can be by his side, Lingjiang will be content.

His real body is very small, his heart is also very small, and there are very few things he can hold, all he needs is Yin Shijiu.

Yin Chenglan smiled wryly in the dark: "If you don't have divine power, can you still recognize me and remember me? Can you talk to me and know people and governors?"

Lingjiang froze for a moment: "Your Haidongqing can't transform into a human being, it doesn't have intelligence, and it can't speak, but it recognizes you."

Yin Chenglan said: "So it's just my pet, that's all."

Ling Jiang looked at him silently, and said hesitantly, "You mean...if I were just a bird, wouldn't you treat me like this?"

Yin Chenglan: "No, I just feel—"

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the window, accompanied by Hai Dongqing's hoarse whisper.

Yin Chenglan glanced out of the window, but did not open the window.

Ling Jiang withdrew from his arms, bent one leg and sat on the bed against the wall. He stretched out his hand to brush the messy hair on his forehead, and said, "Go, it should have urgent letters, don't worry about me."

Yin Chenglan held his hand and looked at him worriedly.Lingjiang saw his own appearance from his dark eyes - sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose and thin lips.

very nice.

But it wasn't him, just his phantom.

Ling Jiang didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to say: "Go, I'm fine, I'll talk about it after you're done."

Outside the window, Haidongqing's whisper became more and more urgent, and it would only be so eager when it received a special order from the messenger.

Yin Chenglan had no choice but to nod, Shi Qigong sat down at the desk, and opened the window with his sleeves.

The huge snow-white figure of the eagle filled the room at once, howled and circled the roof, and landed on Yin Chenglan's arm.

Its sharp claws are tied with a small bamboo tube smeared with cinnabar. When it is opened, there is a message from that eminent monk.

After watching it, Yin Chenglan turned back to Lingjiang and said, "The matter of the Queen Min's demon girl bewitching the emperor has been dealt with. The time has come, and Shanyue's letter should be sent."

Ling Jiang leaned against the bed, with his fingers resting on his abdomen. He lowered his head slightly, his silky black hair hung down, and the shadow covered his face. He leaned on the bed, smiled, and said, "Nineteen, You can finally have your revenge."

Yin Chenglan called Lian Song, lit the candles, and spread out a stack of white rice paper in front of the table. He dipped the pen in the ink, walked around the dragon, and released a number of ancient temples and temples in the 72 cities of Dajing. Ten urgent orders, that night, countless snow-white pigeons came and went to and from the desk, taking away the messages they had carefully planned for a long time.

Bright and warm candles danced in the room, Ling Jiang looked at Yin Chenglan's back, his brows slowly furrowed.

He didn't care if he could become a human, but Yin Chenglan did.

Lingjiang thought to himself, he would rather become an ordinary bird and spend the rest of his life to save this person, in exchange for being with him day and night for decades, and never being able to hug him, blend with him, and be with him Rubbing ear to ear, lingering in love with him, she could only turn into a bird and land on his wrist, watching the sunrise and sunset, the blue hair turning into snow, this life just passed by like this.

He was willing, but now he suddenly realized that Yin Chenglan cared.

He cares that he has no spiritual power and can only be a bird.

Under the light, the man's side face was painted with a thick layer of color, Lingjiang felt a little sad.

At this time, thousands of miles away, in a small city far away from the capital of the Dajing Emperor, a monk in green robes stood by the window, holding another letter written in cinnabar ink in his hand, the letter paper was faintly tinged with cinnabar red, like blood It's about to flow out.

The quilt that was lumped together on the bed moved, and a big fluffy white rabbit crawled out of it. The rabbit straightened its upper body, squinted its eyes and licked its own little paws, jumped off the bed, and turned into a figure when it landed A slender youth.

The young man's clothes were wide open, without realizing it, he walked behind the monk seductively, wrapped his arms around his waist, put his head on Shanyue's shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice that had just woken up: "What is this?"

Shanyue handed him the letter, stretched out her hand to straighten his neckline, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a purple spot on the young man's chest, Shanyue's face became hot, and she looked away.

The young man opened the letter carelessly, looked down, and saw that his face was full of clouds at the end: "This is your last letter? Why?" He grabbed Shanyue by the collar and caught the person in front of his eyes.

Shanyue held down his hand helplessly: "It was written for His Majesty, I can only use this method if I want to leave the palace."

The young man frowned and glanced at him: "Who is this person mentioned in the letter?"

Shanyue was silent for a while: "This young man is His Majesty's exiled blood."

The young man said: "What does it have to do with you? Since you have already decided to leave there, why do you bother?"

Shanyue said: "Ah Tu, don't be angry, be careful of the little rabbit in your stomach, do you want to eat carrots?"

The young man stared at him with a nose or an eye.

Shanyue said: "I want to repay Master Nineteen's kindness, this is the last time to help him."

Outside the window, there was a faint cool wind blowing in the dark night, and he sang: "The wind is fragrant, and the peach blossoms are about to bloom."

Yin Chenglan paused for a moment, looked sideways at the bed, Lingjiang curled up against the wall and closed his eyes, Yin Chenglan thought, wondering if he still has time to accompany Lingjiang to watch the peach blossoms bloom all over the world.

The candlelight burned into white wax tears, and when the third candle was burned, it was dawn, and a letter bird in Yin Chenglan's hand flew into the rolling mountains covered with rays of light.

Thousands of miles away, Shanyue, who had not slept all night, had a rabbit lying on his lap. He leaned forward slightly and tied the cinnabar letter to the black eagle's claw: "Go."

The eagle hovered in the sky, howled and disappeared into the sky.

The rabbit on his lap buried its face in its snow-white round tail in embarrassment.

After all the letters were sent out, Yin Chenglan sat by the window and saw the green misty valley outside the window, then went north, crossed six mountains, three rivers, crossed the plains, took the official road, and drove straight into the five or six days. Jing's royal city.

The man sitting on the throne is waiting for him.

Yin Chenglan stared intently at the table, stroking the last letter bird, Hai Dongqing.

Lian pressed the song: "Master, this is the medicine given by Yan Chu."

Yin Chenglan took it, put it into the bamboo tube in Haidong's green claws, touched its smooth and delicate wings, and said in a low voice, "Give it to Rui Si, let's go." cloud empty.

The dashing giant wings flew into the clouds, covered the sky and covered the sun, howling away.

Yin Chenglan watched Hai Dongqing's figure disappear, lowered his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body couldn't sustain the exhaustion all night, and his heart and lungs ached like needles.

A hand touched his chest, Yin Chenglan raised his head, Ling Jiang knelt in front of him and rubbed it for him.

"I'm fine." Yin Chenglan took Ling Jiang's hand, and found that his hand was abnormally cold: "What's wrong with you?!"

Ling Jiang leaned on his knees in a kneeling position, drooping his head, his face pale, Yin Chenglan realized that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Ling Jiang frowned: "It's okay, my stomach hurts."

Yin Chenglan was startled, and the one who was tidying up the table beside him sang, "Could it be that you're about to give birth?"

Ling Jiang was stunned: "I don't know."

……

When Yin Chenglan and Lian Presse put Ling Jiang on the bed, his clothes were already drenched in cold sweat. Ling Jiang was lying on the bed, enduring the pain and touching his flat abdomen, feeling a little unbelievable.

This is about to give birth?

He thought he would hold it for a long time.

Meng Mengliang, a genius, pressed the song and ran and called to drag Yan Chu to help deliver the baby.

Yin Chenglan sat on the edge of the bed and held Ling Jiang's hand, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked a little flustered: "It's okay, it's okay, be good, just bite me if it hurts."

As he spoke, he put his hand to his lips.

Ling Jiang smiled palely: "I'm not a woman, I can hold back, don't worry."

He paused, looked at the roof, and said with a little doubt: "It's just... I don't know how to do it."

Yin Chenglan didn't know either, and Yan Chu, who was dragged here by the shaking from his sleep, didn't know even more.

A group of people stood by the bed with big eyes and small eyes, staring straight at Lingjiang, who was getting paler and weaker. These people were masters of planning when thrown out, but they didn't know what to do at the moment.

Lian Press sang: "I remember to yell loudly first, do you want to try?"

Ji Yushan said: "Yes, there is breathing and exhaling, you can try this."

In the end, Yan Chu, who was the doctor, took Lingjiang's pulse, pressed on his abdomen, withdrew his hand, and said, "Otherwise, take off your pants first."

Lingjiang: "..."

Lingjiang naturally refused, and looked at Yin Chenglan as if asking for help. The man's hand holding Lingjiang was bulging with blue veins, trembling faintly, and the two clasped hands were full of nervous sweat.

Lingjiang stabilized his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "You all go out, let me do it myself."

Yin Chenglan said, "I'll help you."

Ling Jiang lifted the hand he was holding her, tilted his head to kiss him, and smiled slightly: "Go out, I don't want you to look at me."

His eyes were wet, and his black hair stuck to his fair face. The more he hurt, the calmer his face became. Ling Jiang panted lowly, silently begging Yin Chenglan.

He can proudly announce that he can lay eggs, but he must not moan and give birth in front of people like a woman.

This is his dignity, which cannot be violated by anyone.

Yin Chenglan was shocked by his eyes. Even though he was so distressed and flustered that he couldn't restrain himself, he still tried his best to let his eyes go away from Lingjiang, turned around with difficulty, and said, "Okay, I'll wait outside."

The first to leave the house.

Dan's father left first, and the rest had no reason to stay, and Ling Jiang vacated the room after a while.

As soon as the person left, Lingjiang heaved a sigh of relief, turned out his original shape, and lay awkwardly on the pillow, pouted his little butt, thinking about how to lay the bird's eggs.

His stomach constricted in pain again, Ling Jiang was extremely tolerant of pain, the pain seemed to tear his internal organs, but Ling Jiang could bear it with just a ruthless tremor of his tail.

But he felt that as soon as the claw sank, something fell and hit his claw.

Ling Jiang looked under his little wings and saw a quail egg lying between his two claw-shaped claws.

The people outside the house waited anxiously. Although they came out, Yin Chenglan's expression was more ferocious than before. He sat on the ground in front of the door, looking gloomy at the ground in front of his feet, thin blood dripped from the corner of his lips. Flow down.

Yan Chu pressed his pulse: "Pavilion Lord Yin, your poison can no longer flare up!"

Yin Chenglan pulled out his hand and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood. He wiped it calmly, as if exhausting all his tenderness, and said hoarsely to the door: "Baby, do you still hurt?"

It took a long time to return to the room: "Come in."

As soon as they rushed in, they saw the little yellow bird on the bed holding an egg exactly like a quail egg with its small wings, raised its head to look at them, and asked at a loss, "How to hatch?"

Sit on it?

He was afraid that his ass would be crushed.